Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death
It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,
White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne’s lace,
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer’s pace.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Trap by Vachel Lindsay
- Василий Тредиаковский – В белости ее румяной
- Английская поэзия. Перси Биши Шелли. Тень Ада. Percy Bysshe Shelley. Satan Broken Loose
- Яков Полонский – Наплывает туча с моря
- Temporary City by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits by William Shakespeare
- The wondrous moment of our meeting… poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Before by Robert Browning
- Robert Burns: My Nanie’s Awa:
- Владимир Костров – Бедное сердце болит спозаранку
- The Helmet by Philip Levine
- Love and Law by Vachel Lindsay
- Николай Заболоцкий – Ночь в лесу
- Владимир Высоцкий – Дорога, дорога, счёта нет шагам
- Hound Voice by William Butler Yeats
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.